feral tea
suppose day left you the raise
gliding forever
a dove, within, a third plight
your time, spending
outside of that table
leaned against your cold
your coldest spots you sold
in your corner i declare
suppose mourns built behind
introverted instruction
to difficult to overcome
we shift in limits
in my corner i dared
mixtures inside sounds
scripts letting fly
now i walk myself
more marching, more violations
railroad maps and pain
to thee i am west
heading south, fleeing north
missing the east?
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